We would never fix the brakes on our cars without help, yet we routinely assume we can fix the far more complicated brakes on our thoughts, speech and deeds.
Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
These are some of the songs that help me try harder and help me feel closer during these Days of Awe. Enjoy.
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
You get up at 6:15 AM to make it from Santa Monica to the Persian kosher market in the Pico...
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
Somewhere between heart and home there is that place of coronation, a throne of tin, twine, copper, and oil.
We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
It was an unmistakable moment. My soul was a channel, flowing to and from my Creator. And the most recognizable aspect of that flow was...
